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My tummy - where all good things come from.

D2 has fabulous, long, thick hair. I don't. Neither does her dad (have any). So yesterday I said, 'Where DID you get that lovely hair from?' It was a rhetorical question really; more an expression of wonder and envy than an actual question. 'From your tummy,' she said, deadpan. Wish I could get me some of that.

In a similar vein of wonderment, I often shake my head, look at my son and think, 'Where did YOU come from?' After two years and four months, I still can't believe this human dynamo is the result of that old chestnut, 'I think it's safe.'